When he wakes, Crocodile never puts effort into remembering his dreams. He has them, often more nightmare than dream, but he’s quick to forget them in pursuit of whatever his tasks for the day were. The day he wakes up after having a wet dream about you, he works hard to burn it into his memory, not wanting to forget even a moment of it, the sight of you and sound of your voice. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t real, he refused to forget it.
When he continued with his morning into the shower, he was reluctant to touch himself, it was long since beneath him. He does it anyway, panting as he leaned his forehead against the cool tile wall, working himself hard and fast until he coats the wall in cum, barely avoiding moaning your name as he did it. In that moment, his plans for the day changed to centre around you. He was going to recreate that dream if it was the last thing he did.
Mihawk
Considering how little he sleeps, Mihawk has dreams incredibly rarely. He sleeps so lightly, unable to dream in that state. Mihawk also isn’t repressed by any measure, but he doesn’t often pursue physical intimacy as he has little need to do so, and very little interest in the people around him. So, that being said, if he were to have a wet dream about you he’d be incredibly surprised. It’s been many years since he’d had any sort of wet dream, which leaves him feeling like a foolish teenager again.
That doesn’t stop him taking his cock in hand to work it lazily, visions of you flitting over his eyelids. It isn’t often he does something like that, certainly not on the open ocean where anyone could see, but he didn’t even think twice as he pushed his trousers down to have proper access. He could still hear your voice in his mind, moaning his name.
Safe to say, he rushes home.
Buggy
His sheets are already damp when he wakes up, but he isn’t embarassed no - Buggy dreams of you often, and more than once he’d woken up to find he wasn’t just leaking but he’d already cum in his sleep. He took his cock in hand to hurriedly finish himself off, hips rutting wildly upward, already beyond desperate. It doesn’t take long for him to be cumming in his pants, not having bothered to pull them down to touch himself.
After cleaning up, Buggy sets on his way to find you. Calmer, less needy, but still eager to recreate what he saw with you for real. He’s sure you won’t refuse, after all, you never had before.
Shanks
It happens to Shanks for the first time when he’s napping on the beach of an island they’d docked at to restock. He only wakes up, very rudely interrupted just as he was about to watch you cum, because some of the guys are whistling at him. He doesn’t realise why at first, until the wind changes directions and he realises his pants are damp. He’s rock hard, a small wet patch where his tip was weeping just a little. He laughed along with the guys at his own expense, and headed back to the ship to change his pants.
Naturally, on his way there, he found you and hauled you over his shoulder to take you with him because no way was he going to head back to the ship hard and dripping without fucking you within an inch of your life. Then he could change his pants.
Beckman
If there’s anyone that absolutely owns it, it’s Beck. He wakes up and takes a moment to adjust to being awake again, blinking away the sleep in his eyes before he simply throws his legs over the side of the bed to get up and find you. He doesn’t waste time touching himself, or anything else, just finds the source of all his issues. Your moans still ring in his ears as he roams the ship, flashes of images of you in various places on his travels. He’s bent you over just about every surface on the ship in real life, as well as his dreams.
It doesn’t happen infrequently, Beck snatching you up while you’re in the middle of a task to have his filthy way with you, but after he’s had a wet dream about you he’s particularly rough. He’ll bend you over the first surface he can find that’s semi-private and pound you until he’s happy. Of course, he won’t neglect your needs - he’s a considerate lover.
Hongo
Unlike most of his crew, Hongo is more patient. He’ll let his desire subside, and get on with his day as intended. He has an important job as crew doctor after all. But, once the sun begins to set and he’s done for the day, Hongo starts his plan. He sets up everything he needs to recreate the dream he had, then spends dinner whispering it in your ear, just a little bit at a time. Driving you both wild, knowing what was coming once the meal was over. He spares no detail, uncaring of who overhears, though most crew members know better than to listen in on what he whispers to you by now.
Then, he does precisely as he promised, he takes you apart bit by bit, driving you both to ecstasy more than once, all in the name of making his dreams a reality. That’s the point of being a pirate, after all.
One Piece DILFs and cockwarming headcanons
Feat. Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy, Shanks, Benn and Hongo
Tags/Warnings: GN!Reader, no y/n used, smut, teasing, punishments (Croc), exhibitionism (Benn)
Word Count: 151/154/152/165/168/177
Notes: I have plans to do more of these, with other characters too so if you have any particular characters that you'd like to see, let me know
One of his favourites while he’s doing particularly boring paperwork, espeically if you’ve been needy. He has work to do and you both know it, but that doesn’t always ensure that he’s left alone. Sometimes you just want his attention, and that’s what you’ll get while he works his large cock inside you, and then he’ll neglect you entirely until he’s finished. It doesn’t matter how close or far from finishing his work he is when you ask, you will sit there until he’s done.
Crocodile won’t stop you moving, or trying to work him to orgasm, or yourself, he just keeps track of it all. For every movement, every moan, every plea, your punishment worsens. You know this, but that doesn’t mean it stops you. Eventually, he invested in a clicker, just something small but it makes an audible sound each time it’s used, a reminder of the threat looming in your future.
Mihawk
After prolonged periods of being away, there’s nothing Mihawk wants more than to keep you close, so of course it was only a matter of time before it became a habit. If he even went to the extent of going to buy a den den for you to keep at home just so he could call ahead of arriving so you could be prepped for him, well that was his business and his alone.
Mihawk is an incredibly patient man, so he can sit with you enveloping his cock for hours at a time, with little more than a hand on your hip to keep you still, preventing you from teasing him or getting yourself off. After all, it’d be no fun if it ended too quickly. No, he takes his time, and only when he is satisfied do you get any sort of release, no matter how much you beg.
Buggy
It’s rare that Buggy has the restraint required for something like cock warming, at least if he’s in charge. No, it’s far more likely to be successful if you physically take his cock elsewhere. But, when he is there, Buggy does try his best. He’s not got much of a cruel streak when it comes to punishing himself, so despite his best efforts, he never manages to keep you there long before he’s pounding into you instead.
When you’re left to your own devices with his detached cock though, that’s where the fun starts. You can use him freely with no idea where he is, or what you’re potentially interrupting. The fun is for you rather than him, but that’s how you both like it. He just wants to give you everything, his greatest treasure, and you like watching him struggle not to moan as you service his cock from a distance.
Shanks
Shanks like cockwarming before bed. On a night where you’re both going to bed mostly sober, he likes to rest your restraint by sitting you on his cock then striking up a normal conversation. He’ll talk about absolutely anything except the fact that he’s inside you, just to see how long it takes before you’re squirming, then whining, and then begging for him to fuck you. There’s just something about seeing you desperate that he really enjoys. Occasionally, it’s Shanks that will break first, particularly if he had a rough day before that moment.
Then, he’ll make you do the work. Shanks wants to see just how needy you really are, whether after all his teasing you’ll also ride him until you cum, coating him with your release, or if your limit is reached and you’ll beg until he turns you over and fucks you himself. It’s an equal balance between the two usually, since it really depends on the day you had before that.
Beckman
With a bit of an exhibitionist streak, Benn likes to cockwarm around the others. He’ll make sure you’re first to the main deck if he knows there’ll be a party later, or just a lot of drinking, and sit you there on his cock. If you want to move then that’s on you, but you’re far more likely to break than him, and it’s up to you if you want the others to realise what you’re doing.
He’ll have entirely normal conversation with the people around him, even as you’re clenching down around him in an attempt to make him show any sign of what you’re doing. Half the time, the crew already knows, they know the sort of man that Benn is after all. But that doesn’t stop him, or you, because the thrill of actually being caught is too great. Plus you don’t do it every time, so at any given moment the crew can’t be sure what you’re up to. Benn likes it like that.
Hongo
Some doctors probably prefer to keep their medbay free of shennaigans, but not Hongo. If you’re doing to do any cockwarming, Hongo will do it while rewriting appointment notes into the proper format for file keeping, or while he writes out a list for the supply run of things he needs to restock. He always makes sure to be prepared ahead of your arrival, creating work for himself so that when you arrive, he can sit you in his lap and leave you there.
More than once you’ve fallen asleep like that, head tucked into the crook of Hongo’s neck. While it is, of course, absolutely a sex thing, it’s also something you both take great comfort in. The familiarity and soothing nature of being close is something you value, which is why you so often do it in the medbay. That’s Hongo’s space, an area he has total control over, and therefore the best environment for you both to let go and relax a little, holding each other - he just also happens to be inside you.
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Summary: Choso does your laundry as he promised he would, and takes a little trophy for himself.
Tags/Warnings: Choso/GN!Reader, pervert!Choso, roommate!reader, underwear theft, underwear sniffing, masturbation, Choso is still noisy, shame kink, using underwear to masturbate, pillow humping
Word Count: 1,468
Choso tried his best to be a good roommate, so of course he agreed to do your laundry for you. Why wouldn’t he? That and, of course, it gave him access to your underwear. He had a thing for you, it was hard not to and he had for the entire time that you’d lived together. Not that he would tell you that, he couldn’t seem to pluck up the courage to do it, and then if he did he might have to admit all the things he’d done.
Like this.
Adding your clothes to the washing machine and setting it to go, but keeping one pair of your dirty underwear for himself.
He couldn’t explain what had compelled him, he’d just particularly liked one pair and shoved it in his pocket without a second thought, and next thing he knew the machine was on and he still had the fabric bunched up there. So, he silently took it back to his room and shoved it into his own nightstand where it remained for a few days after that, all while a rock of guilt sat deep in his gut for it. What was wrong with him? He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t do it. Yet he didn’t return them.
It was an afternoon where you had work that he finally dug them out again. He’d just wanted to look at them a little, he hadn’t really been intending to do anything with them. Maybe he’d finally wash them with a load of his own laundry and make up a lie about them getting mixed up. But by then the little voice in his head that compelled him to do things he shouldn’t when it came to you was whispering in the back of his mind. He lifted them to his nose and inhaled your scent deeply, and he couldn’t help groaning, his half hard cock twitching with interest. Choso hadn’t even realised this was something he’d enjoy until that moment - but then, maybe it was just that it was your scent on the fabric, he just enjoyed you.
If he had more restraint, maybe he would’ve put them back into his drawer or just returned them to your room where they belonged, but Choso wasn’t that good of a man. Instead, he flopped back onto his bed, legs still leaning over the side and draped your underwear over his face. He breathed deeply as he pushed his hand roughly beneath his waistband, fisting his now fully hard cock roughly. He didn’t deserve to be gentle. The precum that leaked spurted from his tip was lube enough, and if he didn’t feel dirty enough already then how wet he was from doing it only added to that. He worked his length hard and fast, his free hand rising to rest over his face, only pressing the fabric of your underwear closer to his nose. He couldn’t help moaning, practically whining really as he bucked up into his fist, desperately breathing in your scent to work him towards the edge.
“Ahh- .. shit..” He couldn’t help cursing, the mental image of you spread in front of him forming in his mind. It was easy to picture with the pure scent of you right there in his nose. You laying on his sheets, thighs spread to reveal where you were most sensitive, and his face pressed into the patch of hair there just to breathe you in, his tongue working slowly to taste you too. Lost in the picture, his tongue really did slip from between his lips, licking the fabric of your underwear, wishing that your taste lingered there in the fibres too.
“Please-” The word released without his permission, less a word and more a breath. He pressed his hand harder into his face just to shove your underwear closer, pulling the fabric between his lips to suck on it in the spot where you must’ve leaked just a little, imagining that your flavour was still there for him to taste. He was embarassingly close already, but the entire experience was plenty embarassing anyway so it only drove him closer and closer to that ecstasy he craved. He hurriedly shoved down his pants slightly further, just as his orgasm hit. Choso’s breaths turned ragged, a choked moan ripping from his throat as it crashed into him like a wave, cum squirting all up his stomach and almost to his chest, white dripping idly over his abs.
“.. fuck.” He muttered, tossing your underwear hurriedly aside to clean himself up. He shoved them back into his drawer, not wanting to think about it anymore, and went to take a shower.
The pair of underwear remained in his drawer for another several days after that. Choso kept telling himself that he needed to return it, but could never quite find the will to do so. Some part of him just wasn’t done with them quite yet. So when you announced one evening that you were headed out with friends since you had a night out, and had joked about finding someone to hook up with, Choso knew what he needed to do.
Truly there was no point in lying to himself, so the moment you were gone he rushed to his bedroom and threw open the drawer he’d stuffed your underwear into and tugged them out. There was no sense in feeling ashamed at this point. He dropped heavily onto his bed and stripped down to nothing, cock already hard and dripping in preparation for what he was about to do. He’d wash them after this, and return them. He just needed this one thing, just once. One time, he promised himself.
With a shuddering breath, Choso wrapped a hand around his lengh, with your underwear in hand. He just couldn’t help himself any longer. The fabric was slightly rough against his tip and it felt like heaven when he was already so sensitive, his precum soaking in to make the slide just slightly easier, make the fabric warmer as it slowly slid along his hardness. He bit down hard on his lip, panting softly as he worked his length. Already it was so much dirtier than the time before, touching the fabric of your underwear with his own cock. Yet it wasn’t enough. For a hazy moment Choso had half a moment to call you, but he squashed that quickly. No, there had to be something else, something that would satisfy that need.
It came to him as he squeezed the base of his cock, attempting to sharpen his focus. He stumbled up onto his knees, ass up, and pulled your underwear onto his own body. It was quite possibly the dirtiest thing he’d done. It was second nature to crawl up the bed after that, shoving a pillow between his legs as he pushed his face into another. After all, there was no sense in shoving his hand into the underwear he’d stolen to touch his cock, that would ignore the purpose of putting them on. No, he needed to grind against something until he came inside them.
His sounds came out reedy and strained, fingers digging into the cover of the pillow his face was shoved into, and distantly he was glad he hadn’t been wearing makeup when he started or undoubtedly eyeliner would’ve ended up smeared over the pillowcase. Though, somehow the proof of what he’d done lingering on his pillows had its own unique appeal. It was easy to lose himself in the moving of his hips, seeking and needy against the pillow pressed tight between his thighs. With his eyes closed and pressed into the pillow, he could almost imagine that it was your thigh beneath him, soft and waiting, could imagine your fingers in his hair and the sound of your voice from that call. ‘I need you’, you’d said, even if it was for entirely different reasons to this it echoed in his mind, haunting him every time he even considered touching himself. He didn’t need to hear it again for the sound to be burned into his mind, helping him chase the pleasure mounting inside him.
Normally he’d have lasted longer, he swears, but fuck with the image of riding your thigh in mind, knowing he was about to dirty your underwear instead of his own - he never stood a chance. In fact, it was almost embarassingly quick, and wasn’t that half the fun? He came with a strained whine of your name, painted nails almost tearing the pillowcase as he gripped, it hips stuttering until it hurt, and even then he kept rutting for just a little longer to clutch onto the fantasy he’d created.
He made sure to do a load of laundry that night, with your underwear included.
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Synopsis: Koby has never kissed anyone, and neither have you, you figure you probably both need some practice
Tags/Warnings: Koby/GN!Reader, reader genitals unspecified, first kiss, innocence, grinding, making out, flirting, premature ejaculation, teasing, friendly banter
Word count: 1479
Notes: I challenged myself to write more for characters I've written before only once, and Koby was first up
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You'd met Koby when he joined the marines as a recruit, having been in Garp's unit at the time, when he came with his friend Helmeppo and began to train. It had been funny to watch how hard Garp pushed them, and you knew he must've saw something in them, or in Koby, that he hadn't seen in a recruit in a long while. He didn't see it in you either, but that was just fine, you didn't need to be anyone special.
The two of you had become fast friends. He was sweet and gentle, but determined. He had a dream and he was going to achieve it, even if it killed him. You couldn't help admiring that part of him. You had a front row seat to his transformation, from the small scrawny boy you'd first met, to Marine Hero. You were just happy to be along for the ride.
It was a quiet evening on Garp's ship, the two of you were sitting in a communal area that was otherwise empty, most people either still eating or getting ready to head to sleep for the night. Koby liked to get some quiet time for himself before he slept, and you appreciated the feeling of peace he brought to any space that he was in.
"Hey," he said, and you looked up to show that he had your attention, "have you ever kissed someone?" He then asked, and that was quite possibly the very last thing you'd been expecting him to say. You were caught though, because you hadn't. You were so busy, and there was very few people in your unit that you'd even consider kissing.
"It's okay if you haven't," he hurried to say, a little louder than necessary, "I uh- I haven't. Kissed anyone." Koby finished, and for a moment he couldn't look at you, eyes darting nervously around the room but never focusing on you.
"Uh, I haven't either." You said with a small shrug, looking back down at the book that you'd been reading, though you could feel it as Koby's eyes suddenly snapped to focus solely on you.
"Really?" He asked, and you weren't sure exactly how you were meant to respond to that.
"What does that mean?" You asked, finally looking up and meeting his eyes. It was Koby, so you weren't exactly sure what you were expecting to find, but he looked curious, confused even.
"I don't know I guess I just thought, you're cute, you probably get attention from people."
"Oh. Well, I do. I'm just busy, and I don't wanna kiss any of the guys out there. They're all pigs." You rolled your eyes as you laughed, and though Koby would never verbally agree with you, he did laugh along.
"That makes sense I guess."
"So, you think I'm cute?" You gently teased after a moment silence, and Koby groaned and covered his face, flustered in the face of his words being turned against him.
"I mean, yeah. You're my best friend, other than Helmeppo, I've seen all the cute stuff you do." He replied, awkward and nervous, but his words warmed your heart, making it flutter just a little. You decided that was enough teasing, and let him calm down before you asked your next question, though you missed the pink of his cheeks.
"Why do you ask? About kissing, I mean."
"Some of the others were talking about it earlier, kissing and meeting people when we dock and it just got me thinking. Like, what if I'm bad at it, you know? What if we dock and I meet someone I like and I kiss them and.. I'm bad at it. That'd be so embarrassing." He confessed, hand raising to rub the back of his neck, once again unable to meet your eyes.
"And what? You wanna practice?" You joked easily, turning your gaze back to your book, sure that Koby would just laugh and the two of you would move on. But he didn't laugh, and you could feel his intent gaze on you. When you looked up at him, his eyes were slightly wide, assessing your face as if to determine how real your offer was.
"I mean- would you? With me?" There was a just a beat that passed between you, something people may call a pregnant pause, before you spoke again. After all, the situation was delicate and you had to account for that when you spoke.
"Better than anyone else in this shit hole." You said and immediately knew that wasn't quite the right way to respond, and yet Koby was interested anyway.
As you marked your page and set your book aside, Koby pushed away from the table he was sitting at and stood, shuffling his way over to the sofa where you'd been lounging previously but now sat upright.
"Really? Not that I doubt you I just.. want you to be sure that you're sure." You smiled, a warm and bright thing, and if you'd been looking you may have noticed Koby’s shoulders relax in response. Instead, your eyes were focused on his smile, more nervous, like he might change his mind at any moment.
"Are you?" You asked, a light teasing lilt in your voice.
"Yeah. Just. Nervous." He admitted, his awkward laugh endearing and only serving to make you smile wider.
You'd read enough to know how this next part worked. You reached up to cup Koby's cheeks in your hands, then guided him toward you slowly. You stopped just an inch before your lips touched, about to ask again if he was sure, and then he was surging forward to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, pressed gently against yours. You didn't doubt that it was clumsy, but you had nothing to compare against, so to you it just felt like bliss.
There was a brief moment after that first kiss where the two of you separated to catch your breath, looking at the other as you processed what had just happened. Then, the two of you couldn't stop. You pushed Koby backward against the back of the sofa and hauled yourself up into his lap, kissing him deeper. You had no idea what you were doing, you just knew what felt good, and being able to feel his strong chest beneath your hands while your lips moved together felt really good.
The first time it happened, you didn't realise, thought maybe he was adjusting or attempting to shift you slightly in his lap to be more comfortable. Then it happened again, and this time you felt the press of something hard in his trousers against you. You didn’t think about what to do next, you did it on pure instinct, grinding down against him in return. Koby’s moan was audible even with his lips on yours, his hands tightening slightly around your hips. Neither of you stopped, or checked in again, you just kept going. The kissing was addictive, and if you’d had the capacity to think about anything other than his body on yours, maybe you’d have wondered how you had waited so long to do it.
His length felt good against you, thick and hard, and as you adjusted your hips slightly he began to grind directly against you. Quickly, you were both growing far too loud for a public space, but you were too lost in the moment to care. Your fingers tangled in Koby’s hair, his glasses knocked off and forgotten, your shirt untucked so he could lightly touch your skin, almost reverent with it. Koby’s hips stuttered again, only encouraging you more, until suddenly he made a slightly different sound, his breath catching in his throat. You felt as his trousers grew damp, and realised what had happened. You were trapped between fond amusement and lust, but made sure to contain any laughter, lest you upset or embarrass him anymore than he already was.
“I- I’m so sorry!” He said once he’d caught his breath, face a deep shade of red. You kissed him again, even as Koby floundered.
“I’m flattered.” You lightly teased, as if you also hadn’t been moments from cumming just like that.
“Stop please don’t tease! I’m so embarrassed.” He whined. You carefully brushed some hair from his face and kissed him again.
“If it helps, I wasn’t far from joining you.” Koby’s eyes widened, and you felt his cock give a valiant twitch beneath you.
“Then.. do you want to.. continue?” He sounded out of breath as he suggested, like he was winded just by the suggestion, but not so much that it prevented him from offering.
“Yes please.” You whispered with an eager nod, and your lips were on his again.
After all, you needed to be sure you were doing it right, and you’d only get better with practice.
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Synopsis: After Gris almost died, you have a newfound need to bring him closer
Tags/Warnings: Gris/GN!Reader, unspecified genitals, smut, virginity loss, soft sex, praise, overstimulation, dirty talk, cream pie
Word Count: 2,424
Gris was one of the sweetest men you’d ever met, and certainly the sweetest man you had regular contact with. He was kind to everyone, with soft words and careful hands, helping and guiding all his friends toward success. He was the type of guy everyone wanted, but they all lost, because he wanted you. You were blessed, really. You’d been together for quite a while, but given how often he was out and about fighting trash beasts you weren’t able to spend much time together. You were based at HQ for the most part, in the medical bay, and so when he came home on the brink of death you were inconsolable. He was healed up in no time, of course, but the idea that if he’d come home any later that you may have lost him.. it was a lot.
That night, when he was finally back in your shared bed and in your arms, you had something to ask of him.
“Gris?” You said softly from where your head rested on his chest, just over his heart so you could hear it beating steadily, your own heart thudding in sync.
“Yeah?” He asked, hand stroking over your back slowly, up and down in a soothing motion. He was the one who’d almost died and yet there he was, doing everything he could to make sure you felt better.
“I want.. I want to have sex.” You admitted, voice soft, only audible because the room around you was so quiet. Gris paused, stock still for a moment, considering your words. He hummed, and with gentle hands pulled you closer until you were fully on top of him, knees either side of his hips.
“Yeah? Do you, or are you still just a little overwhelmed?” He asked, not judgemental or doubtful, just comforting. He wanted to be sure that you were making the right choice for you given how long you’d waited to have sex with anyone.
“I do. I want to feel close to you, and this is how I want to do it.” You said. Gris looked at you for a long moment, into your eyes, like he could find something there nobody else would be able to.
“Only if you’re very sure.” He said, and you just nodded, hesitantly grinding backward against his crotch.
The two of you had gotten pretty hot and heavy in the past, but never gone all the way, so you weren’t exactly innocent. He’d fingered you once, and if he’d not been called out to a job you were sure you’d have lost your virginity that day, as good as it felt to have his fingers inside you. When the days were dragging on and you had no work to do, you’d found your mind drifting back to that day often, fantasising about what could’ve happened next. Your thoughts were cut off by a large, gentle hand pulling you down by the back of your neck, until your lips were pressed against Gris’. His kisses were always warm, soft, they felt like home and always had.
“Go ahead, darlin’. Take it off for me, I’ll make you feel good.” He said, voice lower than usual, which made you shiver. You nodded and sat back to remove your shirt, leaving behind just your underwear. You shifted so you could pull them off and toss them aside, leaving you entirely bare, and covered in goosebumps from the cool air. Gris followed your example, sitting up as he did, then pushed you down flat on your back so he could kneel between your spread legs.
“You just relax.” He said, and you were powerelss to do anything but what he’d asked. So, you did, taking a deep breath, then exhaling all your worries.
Gris leaned down, large hands that often distracted you wrapping around your hips to keep them on the bed, then before you could process what was happening, his tongue was circling your hole. He had to get you wet somehow so he could work you open for his cock, and rather than attempting to find some sort of lube, he was going to do it the old fashioned way. His tongue was incredible, and in no time your back was arching and your eyes rolling back from the pleasure. Where you were inexperienced and unknowing, Gris was clearly well practised, and while others might be jealous of that, you were happy to take advantage of it to feel good. You reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as your hole clenched around his tongue. While one hand remained where it was, the other trailed upward slightly to press down on your abdomen, keeping you firmly on the bed, preventing you from running away from him as he ate you like a starved man.
“Been dreaming about this, darlin’.” He admitted, his breath warm but feeling cool against your wet skin. You shivered, attempting to grind down on his tongue which only served to make him chuckle. But he didn’t deny you for long, quick to dive back in to make you feel good all over again. Of course you knew people could cum from oral sex, you were no fool and you were a medical professional, but somehow you’d not expected that to be Gris’ goal. Apparently it was, as he simply kept going. He added one finger, then another, stretching you out as he continued to use his tongue on you, making you moan and attempt to writhe. You felt your orgasm begin to build as he scissored two fingers inside you, tongue flicking between them against your walls.
“Go on, I know you’re close. Let me taste you.” He urged, and that was the final straw, making you cum hard. Gris didn’t stop what he was doing, though he did slow down, allowing you time to recover. He licked up every drop of your release, then up your body to your mouth, kissing and nipping the skin along the way.
“Gris..” You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned in to kiss you again. Before it had been gentle, soothing, but now it was rough and messy, desperate. He needed you just as much as you did him. He lined himself up with your hole without stopping kissing you. You knew he was big, but shit he felt even bigger pressed against you like that. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his skull.
“Shit darlin’, you look so good like this.” He mumbled, voice thick and husky. Before you could reply he was slowly pressing into you, lips pressed against the side of your neck. You could feel his heavy breaths against your skin between wet kisses, like he couldn’t focus properly on what he was doing because of the pleasure that came from being inside you. Even though he’d spent time working you open with his fingers and tongue, working you to an orgasm before he brought his cock anywhere near you, it was a stretch to fit him, one that had your fingernails digging into his back and scalp, and heels digging into the flesh of his ass. Finally, he was all the way inside you, his hips flush with your ass, and he stopped there to let you adjust.
“Fuck Gris you’re so big.” You moaned, pulling your lower lip between your teeth to quieten yourself. A surprisingly rough hand took hold of your face and pulled your lip out from your mouth, the pad of Gris’ thumb holding it there.
“Don’t you dare. I’ve been- fuck- waiting so long to make you feel good like this. Don’t stop me hearing how pretty you sound.” He part pleaded and part demanded. You nodded quickly, resisting the urge to immediately do it again, as a response to being flustered rather than in an attempt to muffle yourself. He smiled warmly, and kissed you again.
“Thank you darlin’.” And then with that he began to slowly pull out of you, until only the tip remained inside. Even that felt huge inside you, in a way you couldn’t have imagined until that moment.
“Gris please don’t tease. I need to feel you.” You said, leaning up to press your forehead against his. He softly laughed, the sound warm and soothing.
“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll fuck you nice and slow, let you feel every inch.” He promised, but for some reason, the words didn’t soothe you - instead, they filled you with a twisted combination of dread and excitement. He made good on his promise though, pushing back into you until he was fully sheathed again, and that was how his rhythm started. Painfully slow. You understood then what he’d meant, and it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be enough unless your every sense was entirely taken over by him, but despite your frustration, the pleasure was enough to overwhelm your inexperienced body, robbing your words from you. You moaned and writhed, bucking to meet his thrusts in an attempt to encourage him to give you more.
“Shh, it’s okay. I know what you need. Trust me.” He urged, soothing circles rubbed into your hip where his hand gripped tightly, his leverage to thrust into you. You whined your frustration, but didn’t attempt to stop him. Gris knew more than you, right? So you had no reason not to trust him, to not believe that he was going to make you feel good again. So even as his slow, gentle pace drove you insane, you moaned his name quietly, trusting that he’d bring you pleasure all over again.
It was painstaking, laying there and allowing him to work your body so slowly. The pleasure was torturous, but it was pleasure all the same. You’d protested again since the first time, but each time Gris had promised that he’d make it worth your while. It had been almost an hour since he’d started fucking you, still pressing kisses and whispering praises against your skin.
“You feel so good darlin’. M’sorry it’s taking so long. Just couldn’t resist, needed to savour the feel of you.” He murmured against your lips, kissing you again.
“Gris please-,” you whined again, “just wanna feel you fuck me properly.” He exhaled deeply, breath shaky.
“But you’re nearly there, c’mon. Let me show you.” He asked, and again, as you had every other time before, you nodded and allowed it. You trusted him with your life, and so you trusted him with your orgasm.
It took you by surprise how right he was when, finally, he added just a little extra pleasure with his hand on you, slipped between your bodies stroking you just right. He moved with expertise, like he’d already learned every inch of your body and just how to make you feel good. It was like he’d suddenly lit up every nerve in your body, and a few final thrusts brought your orgasm crashing into you before you’d even realised what was happening. You’d never cum so hard before, and you were overstimulated near instantly, after your pleasure being drawn out for so long. You were panting softly, and Gris was looking down at you with adoration in his eyes. He pulled out, still achingly hard, but it took you a few seconds to realise that was what he’d done.
“What- what about you?” You asked softly, easily drawn into a gentle kiss.
“This was about you.” He replied, wiping some sweat from your forehead.
“But I want- I told you. Want to feel you Gris.” You said, pouting just a little.
“An hour of me balls deep inside you wasn’t enough? Greedy thing.” He accused, brows raised slightly.
“I- that’s not what I mean. Don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?” You knew he was fully aware of what you were asking for, and yet he was apparently going to force you to say it aloud.
“Please Gris.” You pleaded a final time, hoping he’d take pity on you.
“Say it darlin’. Tell me what you want.” He whispered against your ear. Your hole clenched around nothing, making you whine softly. You needed more, needed to feel him properly.
“Want you to cum inside me, Gris. Please. Please I just- please.” You didn’t have the proper words, your face heated up to your ears, fingers clenching then releasing the sheets beneath you nervously.
Though he was expecting it, actually hearing you say the words practically knocked the air out of Gris’ lungs, and you watched as his pupils dilated. He was between your legs again in an instant, pushing back inside you with a groan.
“So damn tight darlin’.” Gone was the vision of him being put together and unaffected, and in its place was the reality. Gris was so gone on you, and spending so long inside you, so restrained, had done a number on him too. It wouldn’t take long for him to cum, and you were glad, because you were already beyond tired. But you couldn’t rest until you’d had what you needed.
This time, he sped up quickly, finding a rhythm that suited you both. He fucked into you with his primary focus on his own pleasure, raspy breath muttering praises against your skin.
“Thank you, fuck- oh darlin’ you feel so good. So good to me, letting me fuck you like this.” It quickly stopped making sense, but that didn’t stop it sounding just as good, making you needy all over again. If given the opportunity, you were sure he could talk you into an orgasm without too much effort.
“Say it again- ah-. Let me hear you, please.” He panted, hips starting to falter as he drew closer to his own orgasm. Your nails dragged up his back, barely able to speak anymore, but you mustered up just enough strength to help your lover along.
“Gris- ple- please! Want you to- to fill me up. Pleasepleaseple- please. Cum inside me.” And with a final hard thrust Gris was cumming, filling your hole with his seed. His chest rose and fall quickly as he panted, forehead pressed against your shoulder. You calmed down together, his fingers absently rubbing over your skin, like he couldn’t help himself.
“Thank you, darlin’. You’re so good to me.” He finally said, leaning up to kiss you gently, and you melted into it with ease. Yeah, you’d be doing that again. Often.
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Summary: You call Choso while you’re walking home, and he doesn’t want to abandon you to walk alone.. but you interrupted his alone time. The solution? Well, he’ll just have to do both
Tags/Warnings: Choso/GN!Reader, pervert!Choso, roommate!reader, dubious consent, masturbation, phone call, reader doesn’t know he’s masturbating, voice kink, Choso is noisy, mentioned (future) underwear stealing
Word Count: 1,247
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It was late, dark out. You were just getting off work and needed to walk back to campus from your workplace, then across campus to get to your apartment that you shared with your roommate, Choso. He was a good roommate, and a good friend, which is why you didn’t hesitate to call without texting ahead.
“Hello?” Choso answered, voice slightly breathy.
“Shit, sorry Cho. You sound like you were asleep. I’m just walking home from work and was hoping you’d keep me company?” You asked softly, already feeling more comfortable on your walk knowing you had someone on the other end of the phone to know if something went wrong.
“Uh y-yeah. Okay.” He agreed softly. What you weren't aware of, was that Choso had not in fact been asleep. Instead, he'd been slowly stroking his cock. He knew that he should stop now that he was keeping you company while you walked home, but he just couldn't bring himself to stop. Not when you sounded like that. Which was to say, you just sounded like yourself.
“You okay?” He heard you ask, and it took a moment for him to process and respond.
“Yeah, just.. woke up. Like you said.” It was so wrong for him to lie, so dirty to keep slowly stroking his length with the precum from his leaky cock easing the way. Choso had never claimed to be a saint. If anything, he was a bit of a pervert, and it would be far from the first time that he'd jerked off just listening to your voice.
“Talk to me about your day.” He prompted after a moment, biting down on his lip to muffle his soft panting as his wrist twisted on the downstroke, moving almost painfully slowly, just to drag out his pleasure. The sound of your voice filled the call and it was easy for him to get lost in it, like it was surrounding him, the only thing reaching his ears. He quickly put you on speaker phone to free his other hand, if only to use that hand to cover his mouth so his soft panting and occasional whine wouldn't reach your ears.
Choso had always been the needy type. The type that moaned instead of groaning, the type who whined and writhed even under his own touch, the type to cry when everything got to be a little much.
“Oh, Choso, I need you to do me a favour if you can?” Was the next sentence of yours that he processed, and it took biting down on his fist to muffle the moan that punched out of him. Just hearing those words was intoxicating. ‘I need you’.
“S-sorry could you.. repeat that? I didn't catch it over the background noise.” He poorly lied, but you didn't seem to catch it, more focused on getting home quickly.
“I need you to do me a favour.” You repeated, and Choso felt as his cock twitched in his fist, painfully hard. He could listen to you say that all day.
“Sure. What.. what favour?” He asked, just so you wouldn't realise how distracted he was. Besides, he needed to hear you talk more. Needed to hear your voice as his strokes started to speed up, knowing you'd be quickly approaching your shared apartment, and he needed to finish before you got back.
“Was hoping you could do my laundry for me tomorrow? I desperately need fresh clothes but I've got a double shift tomorrow so I'm not gonna have time.” You explained, and Choso had to shove his fist back into his mouth to avoid making a sound at the thought of touching your dirty laundry, your underwear in particular. “I'll owe you one, obviously.” You quickly added, and Choso realised he must've been quiet for too long.
“Of course I can. What are.. roommates for?” He agreed, only too happy to assist with that task. If anything, he was looking forward to it. His own laundry was beyond overdue but he'd happily do yours first, if only to borrow a pair of your underwear.. just for a little while.
“Thanks for this, Choso. You're a lifesaver. I hate walking home in the dark.” You said after a moment, struggling for things to say. You'd already told Choso about most of your day.
“You can do it every.. every time if you want. I don't mind.” Choso replied, and you couldn't help smiling. He really was the best roommate you could ask for.
“I might take you up on that. Thanks.” There was a moment of silence and a gasp from the other end of the line, but you wrote that off. Choso was a clumsy person, you wouldn't be surprised if he'd hit his elbow or something. He was prone to that.
“Is your.. is your manager still being an ass?” Choso prompted a moment later, and the knowledge that he listened enough to remember that tidbit made your chest warm. Choso covered his mouth with his hand as he stroked himself hard and fast. He loved your voice all the time but something about hearing you frustrated was even better. He was making a mess over himself even before cumming, clear, sticky pre coating his palm and stomach. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he edged closer and closer to his orgasm- and then the call cut.
“Fuck- nonono-” Choso whined with frustration, still furiously stroking his cock but without your voice there to listen to his orgasm quickly ebbed away from reach. He moved as if to call you back, distantly aware that the call ending could be a bad sign, when he heard your voice in person.
“I'm home, Choso! Call cut when I got in the building.” Your voice called, and with renewed desperation he started quickly rutting up into his tight fist, imagining you panting and sweaty from climbing the stairs to their apartment.
“We- welcome home!” He called back, praying you wouldn't hear the slight rasp in his voice, or his soft panting through the thin apartment walls. He'd never figured out just how much you could hear from his room. There was a brief moment where you said nothing else, and Choso was sure he wouldn't get to cum that night.
“You eaten yet?” Your voice then asked, much closer this time. Right outside his door.
“No,” he admitted reluctantly stopping the movement of his hand so you wouldn't catch him, “you want to order something?” And that was enough to get you talking again. You blessedly remained outside as you discussed the pros and cons of ordering from different types of fast food places, but all Choso could focus on was your voice guiding him unintentionally towards his release.
When it hit, it caught him almost by surprise. It wasn't until the last moment that he caught himself and slammed a hand over his mouth, spurting long streaks of white over his stomach and even up to the t-shirt he'd pulled up out of the way.
“Does that sound good?” You asked, and for a terrifying moment, Choso thought you may have realised what he was doing. But when no further comment came, he realised instead you must be talking about dinner.
“Whatever.. you want. You had a long day.” He said, like the good roommate he was. You laughed softly and nodded even if he couldn't see.
“Pizza it is then.” Choso would definitely be doing that again.
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Synopsis: On a rare day off from your responsibilities, you and Gris head out for the day, and end up snowed in at a rental property. So, of course, there's only one way to spend your afternoon
Tags/Warnings: Gris/GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, size difference, cream pie, praise, gentle sex, missionary
Word Count: 1375
For prompt "snowed in" from my Winter Request Event
Well, this wasn’t really what you’d been expecting when you’d gone out together. Days off were rare, astronomically slow, so when you both truly had free time, you’d head out of base so that couldn’t change, and find something to do. You loved the other cleaners, really you did, but sometimes you just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend.
So, when you found a place to rent for the day to just sit in and cuddle and watch a little bit of TV, ending up stranded because of a snowstorm was the last thing you’d expected. Or wanted, even, because you did prefer to be at HQ if you could help it. Thankfully, the weather didn’t interfere with your chokers so it was easy enough to let Seimu know what had happened, and promise to keep her updated should that be necessary.
At first, your afternoon had continued as expected. You continued spending time together, ate the food you’d bought before getting to the house, and watched TV until the signal cut because of the storm. Really, who could blame either of you when cuddling without any real entertainment turned into wandering hands - especially when Gris looks like that. You were fairly sure nobody could. Again.. he looks like that. You’d had sex before, but it really didn’t happen all that often. Between both of you being busy with Cleaner work, and Gris’ reluctance around quickies because he preferred to take his time (because what was the point in having sex if he couldn’t make you feel good properly).. you just didn’t have a lot of time for sex. But now you were alone and unable to be interrupted, the perfect recipe to spend the rest of your time stuck in the properly exploring each others bodies until you couldn’t anymore.
Gris was a man who liked to worship you. His hands always soft, reverant really, as they ghosted over your skin as if mapping your body out all over again, making sure it was in the same state as he’d left it last time - which was to say, perfect, regardless of what you considered your flaws. He thought you were perfect, no matter what. His lips would follow in their wake, kissing each and every mole, freckle, stretch mark or blemish he found, because if you were going to give him the gift of allowing him to see your body then he’d thank you properly for that each and every time. He’d never forget how blessed he was to have the privilege of seeing you bare and open for him.
His fingers moved slowly as he worked you open, coated in your own saliva and moving one at a time to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you. Never would Gris want to hurt you when he was supposed to be pleasuring you. Even the times you’d asked for it - it just wasn’t something he was willing to do. Sex was about mind-numbing pleasure, not pain, even if you claimed to enjoy it. He wouldn’t risk the pain being too much, so he did none at all - and when he made you cum so hard without so much as laying a finger on your throat to choke you, who were you to complain?
Gris’s fingers were thick, thicker than any man you’d been with before him, so just having three pressed inside your walls and gently working you open was a lot. More than any man before. Every inch of him was so much more than any other man you’d even looked at, including his personality. You’d never be able to want anyone else again, because none of them would be able to compare to him, nevermind compete. His cock was even thicker, had been so intimidating the first time you’d had sex, and even now it was no small task to work him all the way inside you. More than once you’d had to settle for half, and Gris had never once complained about it, had only praised you and thanked you for letting him have anything at all. But today? Today you were going to take your time and make sure you fit every inch of his thick, throbbing cock inside you, no matter how long that took.
It helped that his favourite position was missionary, he liked to be able to see the look on your face as you stretched around his length, the way your eyes would roll back as stuttered breaths escaped you bit by bit, practically forced out of you like he was carving a home inside your body for himself.
“That’s it.” He murmured against your temple, pressing a gentle kiss there as he rocked his hips gently - he was so close to bottoming out, pulling back out just to slowly inch back inside again, one hand wrapped around your hip and rubbing soothing circles there with his thumb while the other pressed into the sofa beside your head to hold him up over your body. “Doin’ so well, darling.” He added after a moment, followed by another gentle kiss.
Finally, he was all the way inside you, his tip kissing your cervix. He hardly fit, you were sure you’d never adjust to it, but that was how you liked it. When he pulled back slowly, only to rock back inside you, you could see the way your stomach slightly bulged. There was nothing like it.
“Gris..” you softly moaned, back arching from the soft and gentle way he ruined you, hands all over your body, lips anywhere he could reach. Gentle, open mouthed, slightly wet kisses pressed to your skin so that when his breath fanned over it, goosebumps raised over your skin. You weren’t even sure he did it on purpose, he was just so inintentionally sexy, everything about him drove you wild.
“Taking me so well. You feel so good.” He murmured, another kiss pressed to your jaw just below your ear, which made you shiver. He worked his way down your neck, until he reached your collarbone. He sped up his thrusts slightly, sucking a light hickey onto the skin he’d found, knowing it’d be hidden by your uniform just about, leaving it for his eyes only. The way he liked it.
“More. Please.” Came your next words, more breath than sound but he seemed to understand you anyway. Rather fully thrusting into you, he took to grinding his hips, tip pressing perfectly into your gspot as the hand around your hip shifted slightly until he was rubbing slow circles around your clit.
Under his hands, you were utterly powerless to do anything but bend and mould to the plesaure he gave you, letting him expertly guide your body. He always seemed to know just how to touch you, even if you yourself weren’t sure how you wanted to be touched. It was easy between the two of you the way it always had been, ever since the beginning.
“You going to cum for me, darling? Go ahead. Let me hear it.” He encouraged, licking over the hickey he’d left on your collarbone as he grinded into you. He was a perfect multitasker somehow, never halting or stuttering as he focused entirely on your pleasure and making sure that you felt good. It didn’t take long for you to do exactly as he asked, soaking his dick as he continued grinding into you, working you through your orgasm until you were trembling.
“What about you?” You asked on a breath, his cock still throbbing inside you.
“Don’t worry about me. Just wanted to make you feel good.”
You rolled your hips anyway, grinding down onto him despite your own oversensitivity. Gris’s responding groan was only encouragement to keep going, even as he murmured for you to stop or slow down. You wanted to make him feel good too, the way he always did for you.
Then it happened. Entirely unexpected, without real warning, he came with a broken moan. Your eyes widened, as did his, and he buried his face in your neck to hide from the humiliation of what had happened. You’d barely even moved, and yet he’d filled you up like a teenager having sex for the first time.
“Gris..”
“Don’t.”
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Synopsis: Gojo has been your sugar daddy for a while, but spending so much time with someone is bound to lead to catching feelings
Tags/Warnings: Gojo/M!Reader, sugar daddy!Gojo, daddy kink, creampie, hurt/comfort, near breakup, getting together, smut and fluff, Nanami is an excellent friend
Word Count: 4,260
Notes: Wrote this while listening to daddy’s home by Usher
"Shit daddy yes! Fuck!” You moaned, eagerly riding Gojo’s cock. He lay there beneath you, lower lip pulled between his teeth, large, soft hands helping to guide your hips. When you’d first entered into a sugaring dynamic with Gojo, sex had initially been off the table. You wanted to feel things out and get used to the expectations before introducing sex. That being said, you had sex for the first time after the second date, because you just couldn’t help yourself. He was damn hot, and you were attracted to his casual power.
“Come on baby, you can do it. Make yourself cum on my cock.” He encouraged, a husky chuckle following as his words made you work harder, slamming yourself down on his length so he was nailing your prostate. It didn’t take long after that for you to cum, spurting over his chest and yours. Gojo didn’t wait to turn the two of you over, taking charge to chase his own orgasm. You barely registered what was happening, floating on post orgasmic bliss, until Gojo took your dick in his hand to stroke it in time with his thrusts.
“Don’t check out yet, come on. Moan for daddy. Help me fill you up.” And you couldn’t refuse him, you never could when he asked like that, right into your ear, balls deep inside you. You moaned for him, whining and pleading, begging for his cum the way you knew he liked. You liked it too, feeling like you had control over his orgasm, that you were needed if he wanted to finish. It took only a few thrusts more for him to slam back in to the hilt and fill your hole with his seed, panting where he lay across your back.
You went again in the shower, then again over the kitchen counter.
/Break\
You hugged Nanami with a grin before sitting down at the table he’d picked at the cafe. It wasn’t your favourite spot, but he’d suggested it and you’d happily agreed. You and Nanami had been friends for years, he was actually the one to introduce you to Gojo. Not that he liked the dynamic the two of you had landed on, but he never offered comments or criticism unless asked, or given permission to state his piece. He realised your life was none of his business, but that didn’t stop him being a concerned friend.
“Satoru is treating you well then?” He asked mildly, sipping at his coffee. Black, bitter, it made you sad for his tastebuds.
“Oh yeah, he replaced my laptop a few days ago when I mentioned it wasn’t running too well. It’s made it easier to get things up and running with my business.” You explained, flagging down the waitress to put in an order for a drink for yourself.
“You’re still going ahead with that?” He followed, and you nodded eagerly.
“Yeah, of course I am. It’s like the thing I’m most passionate about, why would I abandon it?”
“Ah, well I’ll admit I was concerned Satoru would have you abandon the plan, given your dynamic with him.” Nanami admitted, clearing his throat softly.
“Ken, he’s not the devil. He’s helping me out financially in return for me keeping him company and going on dates with him-”
“And sleeping with him.”
“That came afterwards, when I decided I liked him, you know that,” you said sternly, sighing softly, “but Satoru isn’t this cartoon villain you act like he is. He actually offered to be my first investor for the business, fully officially, so I could get everything started at once when I was ready.
“I’m sorry. I know you must be tired of having these discussions with me. I just worry about you.” He offered, looking down into his coffee as if to hide.
“I know. That’s why I keep having this conversation with you. Ironically, my relationship with Satoru is the one I’ve been most secure in in my entire life. I’m never worried I’m being manipulated or tricked, or anything. He tells me if he’s going on dates with other people, tells me if he sleeps with someone else, half the time he tells me what he had for dinner just in case I’m interested. I get photos of it.” You explained, smiling fondly.
Your relationship with Gojo was strictly non-romantic, that was a part of the dynamic you’d agreed to, but sometimes even you had to admit that line became blurred. He’d text you late at night saying he missed you, and you’d take a taxi over just to sleep in his bed, in his arms; he’d end a date with someone early and text you to say they didn’t compare to you; you’d let him know when your friends did something interesting, or how your family was doing. But above all else, he was a damn good friend to you, and you appreciated that more than anything else.
When you met, Kento was your only real friend. You were down on your luck financially, were struggling with your mental health, and couldn’t seem to hold down a job, still living with your parents because of it. You’d gone to a work event that Kento had invited you to, mostly to get out of the house, and that was where you met Gojo. He’d charmed you immediately, and you’d spent most of the night talking. You texted for days after, glad to have someone a little more talkative to chat with - you loved Kento, you did, but small talk and texting were really not his thing - and that was when Gojo found out about your situation. You didn’t think anything of it when Gojo invited you out for a meal, promising he’d cover the bill, and that was when he’d made the suggestion of sugaring. You’d refused at first, claiming the sites never worked, and you didn’t want to have sex with a strange guy from the internet - which was when he’d offered himself.
The rest was history.
“I know better than to doubt him, I do, but I remember who you were when you met him. How much you were struggling. Another man in his position would’ve taken advantage of you, and while I do know that’s not what’s happening, I just-”
“Worry.” You finished for him knowingly.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly, rubbing a hand over his face.
“It’s okay, Ken. I’m glad to have someone like you in my corner, checking me and making sure I’m okay.” You said, standing to hug him again, just to reassure him. Truly, Kento was the best friend that you could ask for.
The rest of your lunch went smoothly, with no more talk of Gojo, and you had a nice time. It was easy to fall back into old dynamics with Nanami, no matter how long it’d been since you last spoke. You were sure nothing between you would ever change.
He greeted Gojo politely when he pulled up to pick you up, and Gojo flippantly offered an invite for him to join the two of you for “an evening of debauchery” which he declined with a flushed face.
“Oh leave him alone Satoru, the poor man cannot handle you.” You said with a roll of your eyes, smacking his arm. Gojo slapped a hand over his heart, acting wounded.
“Thank you for lunch, Ken. I’ll see you soon.”
“Uhm- yes. Yes, I’ll see you again soon.” He agreed with a stiff nod, and then Gojo pulled away.
/Break\
Gojo draped himself dramatically over your shoulders from behind the sofa you were sitting on, sighing deeply. You laughed and allowed him to rest there, waiting to see what exactly it was he wanted from you. He’d tell you in his own time.
“Can’t believe I brought you over here just for you to ignore me and do your work.” You laughed and turned slightly to look at him.
“Can’t believe it? I told you this is what would happen if you picked me up, daddy.” His hands tightened slightly where they rested on your body, but you just turned back to your laptop to keep working.
“Can’t call me that then keep ignore me.” He protested, voice breathier, tongue slipping out to lick along your throat. He knew just how to distract you, how to get you going. But you couldn’t this time, you had work to do.
“That’s a lot of can’ts, daddy, and I kinda think I can.”
You’d known exactly what would happen the moment you agreed to go over to Gojo’s place, and that was fine by you. You needed it after getting lectured by Nanami again, because it happened every time you saw him regardless of what you said. You suspected Gojo knew that too.
“This is what happens to little brats who talk back.” He grunted against your shoulder, slowly pushing into your hole, slow enough to be teasing you both, satisfying no body.
“‘m sorry daddy please-” you whined, just to butter him up, “please fuck me properly. Need you so bad. Only way I can relax you know that.” The best part about having been sleeping with Gojo for so long was that you knew exactly which buttons to press to get your own way. You didn’t doubt that it would come back to bite you at some point, but that was okay because at least for now he was fucking you properly, and you could feel the stress melting from your muscles.
With Gojo panting over you, and you moaning his name, nothing else in your life needed to matter. Not your business in progress, not Nanami, not Gojo’s coworkers who’d never liked you, not your parents insistent questioning on when you’d settle down - nothing needed to exist when Gojo was fucking you like it was all you were made for.
It was all fine.
/Break\
You woke up the next morning in Gojo’s bed, as you so often did nowadays, wrapped up in his arms. His warm breath tickled your neck, his fingers in danger of prodding your bladder the next time he twitched. Yet, it was a comfort. A lot of things Gojo did were comforting. You eased yourself out of bed to use the bathroom and take a shower, skipping over the inevitable shower sex so you could make breakfast for the both of you.
“Hey, what are you doing up? Can’t be depriving me of my boy when I first wake up.” Gojo protested when he finally made his way into the kitchen wearing only his tight black boxers. He wrapped his arms around your waist, chin rested on your shoulder, letting you continue.
“Making breakfast for us, Toru. Thought it would be nice, since you worked so hard helping me out last night.” He laughed softly, kissing your neck in several places before he pushed up to stand straight.
“Anything you need help with?”
“Nah, I’ve got it big boy. Go take a shower.” You winked at him and Gojo shook his head, no doubt thinking about all the things he’d do to you when he got back. You waited until he was out of earshot to sigh softly, pushing your heart down out of your throat and into your chest where it belonged.
You could not develop feelings for your damn sugar daddy.
You had sex again after breakfast, then against the living room wall, then on the sofa. After that, you packed up your stuff to head home.
“You really could stay.” Gojo said, reaching out for your hand to pull you back to his chest again, kissing you slowly.
“I can’t, Toru. You have a date tonight.” You pointed out with a raised brow, glad to have an excuse.
“I could cancel. Nothing more important than taking care of my boy.” He said with a smirk, leaning down to nip at a purple mark he’d already left on your neck. You inhaled sharply through your teeth, but managed to pull yourself free.
“I’m paying for my own apartment, I need to actually use it sometimes.”
“Technically I’m paying for your own apartment, so what does it matter if you just stay here?”
“I’ll see you in a few days, Toru.” You said waving goodbye as you slipped out the front door of the apartment, knowing well from experience that if you didn’t go now then you’d never make it out.
Was it any wonder you were falling so hard and fast, when he treated you like that?
/Break\
Daddy
This chick is so boring
You
That isn’t very kind Toru
Daddy
Trust me if you were here you’d agree
Might bail after starters icl
Could come see you after
You looked down at your phone with a sigh, tossing it aside to run your hands over your face. You’d opened the text so you knew you needed to respond, fairly quickly too, or he’d start- your phone beeped again.
Daddy
Oh c’mon don’t ignore me baby
Just want to see my boy
And maybe fuck you again
A few more times
What are you doing
Babyyy
Baby
Now this isn’t very kind of you
You picked up your phone again to type up a response, hesitating, typing things and deleting it again. There was a careful balancing act to do here, where you couldn’t lie and say you were sick or he’d just come over with soup and want to nuse you, and you couldn’t just say no because he’d slowly wear you down. He didn’t do it to manipulate you, you were just very easily persuaded.
You
Not tonight daddy sorry
Just need an early night and some proper sleep
Daddy
I can do that
I can just come over and get into bed with you
You
…
Somehow I’m not sure I believe you
Besides I have a single and your tall ass won’t fit
Daddy
:(
Alright baby, I’ll see you in a few days for that date then
You
See you then daddy
Crisis averted, and yet somehow you didn’t feel any better. You just missed him.
/Break\
The next day, instead of doing your work, you arranged to see Nanami again. You wouldn’t have long considering it was on short notice, but it was enough.
“You sounded distressed in your text, are you alright?” Nanami asked as you approached him, wrapping his arms snugly around you.
“I- I don’t know?” You admitted softly. He pulled you into his office and closed the door, then the blinds so you’d have complete privacy to talk.
“Start at the beginning.” He told you softly, handing you a coffee made to your preferences.
So you did. You started explaining, without any graphic details, everything going on between Gojo in a way you’d never had a chance to before. You avoided talking about him when you could, if only to avoid arguing about it - it wasn’t even that he mistreated you, which is why people would normally hide things. But for the first time, you fully explained everything to Nanami, as best you could in the limited time the two of you had. When he was notified that his next meeting was pushed back, you both were glad, as clearly this was not a twenty minute break sort of issue.
“So the issue is..” Nanami prompted when you got distracted again.
“Yes, sorry, I’m so frazzled I barely slept,” you sighed and set down your empty mug, “I think I’ve kind of totally fallen head over heels in love with Satoru.” You admitted, looking up at Nanami to wait for his response.
“Well.” He simply said, his face doing a few complicated things you put down to mild emotional constipation. Or maybe normal constipation, you weren’t going to judge.
“Yeah, exactly.” You agreed, assuming he mostly felt a little lost and hopeless, just as you did.
“I’m not sure what you want me to do to help you.” He finally said, setting aside his own empty mug to look at you head on.
“I- me neither, I’m going to be honest. I just couldn’t keep pretending it wasn’t happening, and keep it to myself.”
“Well, I’m glad you told me. Getting it off your chest is definitely better than bottling it all up. And I’m glad you were still comfortable telling me, I know I’ve not always been the most accepting of your relationship with Satoru.”
“You’re my best friend Ken. Of course I told you.” Nanami reached out to rest a hand on your shoulder, his best attempt at comforting you.
“I think your best course of action is to call off your dynamic with him.” He then said softly, like he was afraid that would upset you more.
“I was afraid you’d say that.” You mumbled, dropping your face into your hands.
“You don’t have to listen to me.” Nanami offered.
“But you’re usually right.” He didn’t feel the need to comment after that - you both knew it was true.
So, you texted Satoru with Nanami sat beside you, shoulder to shoulder for moral support.
You
Hey Toru
You free today?
Daddy
For my boy?
Always
What do you need?
You
Just wanna see you
Talk about stuff
Daddy
Sure thing baby
You need Toru, or daddy?
You sighed, leaning further against Nanami. You were texting to ask him to meet up, so you could call off your arrangement, and there he was being considerate. Nanami was doing his best not to read the texts, looking down at his hands in his lap.
You
Just Toru tonight
Daddy
I can do that
I’ll pick you up at six?
You
Sounds good
See you later
Daddy
See you later baby
Nanami gently pulled your phone from your hand and set it aside, pulling you in to his side properly, arm wrapped around you. In that one moment, dozens of memories from your childhood rushed through your mind, moments like this where you sat beside Nanami while he just silently held you, letting you take comfort in that and feel better.
“Thanks, Ken.”
“I’m always here for you, you know that.” You reached out your pinkie finger, and even as he rolled his eyes, Nanami linked his with yours. As children you’d promised to always be there for each other, no matter what the problem was, and that had held true for all these years.
/Break\
Gojo arrived at six on the dot, as he said he would, and you made your way to his car with a heavy heart. You slipped into the passenger seat with a tight smile, unable to hide that something was weighing on you heavily.
“Woah now, you didn’t say something was wrong. I’d have come sooner.” Gojo said when he gor a look at you. He reached into the back seat and pulled out a blanket he’d tossed back there just for you, and carefully tossed it over you, something soft to hold onto while he drove.
“‘S okay. Let’s just.. get to yours.” You said, rubbing your dry eyes, dry from crying for a while before you got ready.
Gojo drove home like a madman, and had to resist the urge to carry you up to his apartment, just to pamper you that little bit extra. You deserved it, and you were clearly having a bad day. He wanted to do that for you, he always wanted to help you feel better however he could. He resisted though, you’d already said you just wanted him as himself, not all the things that came extra with that.
You headed right for the sofa when you arrived, not even taking off your shoes, and dropped onto the arm chair rather than onto the three seater. So Satoru couldn’t sit with you. You wringed your hands, nervously biting at your lip.
“I can see you biting your lip, cut it out. We talked about that.” He scolded without a second thought, then winced. You didn’t comment or even really react, just released your lip. Nanami was right, it was time to call this off before you got seriously hurt. Once he had two glasses of water, Gojo joined you in the living room, sitting on the end of the sofa closest to you, one glass handed to you while he set the other on the coffee table. You sipped your glass, then set it on the side table.
“I saw Kento earlier, and talked with him about some stuff and.. he helped me realise some things.”
“Not sure I like the way that sounds, baby.” Gojo admitted with a nervous laugh, pushing his glasses up onto his head so he could look at you properly, unrestricted.
“I- yeah. Me neither. But I think.. it’s time we call this off. I’m sorry. I just- I can’t keep doing it.” You mumbled, looking down at your shoes rather than at him.
“What?” He asked in a whisper. You dared to take a look at him, and instantly regretted it, finding heartbreak written all over his face. His brows furrowed, lips slightly parted, fingers twitching.
“It’s not anything he said. It was.. just talking to him and getting everything out helped me put things together for myself.”
“I- okay. Do I get to know why? Cause if it’s something I did then.. I can fix it.” He offered, and you felt awful, a black hole opening up in your stomach, guilt and shame warming your cheeks.
“It’s nothing you did. You. You’re great, Toru, really. And if we can stay friends then I’d really like that. I just can’t keep doing this.”
Gojo nodded slowly, taking a moment to process for himself. You sat awkwardly, wishing for a moment that you’d not chosen to do this at his apartment, so filled with memories of the two of you. Everywhere you looked there was a memory lingering, all their fondness becoming tainted with bittersweetness.
“I- uh. I’ll go. Let you.. do whatever your plans were for tonight. I’m sorry.” You said finally, unable to stand the suffocating atmosphere anymore. You stood and moved quickly for the door, ready to escape back to the street, but Gojo caught your wrist before you could and just started speaking.
“I love you! Okay?” He yelled, breathing heavy while he gathered his thoughts to decide what would come next, all while you waited with baited breath.
“Fuck. I love you. More than I realised I could love someone. When you’re not here I just sit around waiting for you to be ready or to text me or I text you then get worried I’m being too damn needy. My best days are the ones where you wake up next to me. The ones where I get to see you smile, or I get to be the person to make you laugh. I go on dates with other people to try to fill this hole in my heart that’s only designed to fit you, because I was terrified of asking you, and losing you entirely. Because I’d rather keep you like this, than not have you at all. I wake up every day just so I can see you. The days where you aren’t around, the sun seems dimmer. The days where I don’t see you are dull and grey. The days where I don’t even hear for you, I’m sure I never deserved you to begin with. I cannot lose you. Shit. Baby I cannot lose you, please.”
“Toru-” you attempted to cut him off, breathless, voice thick with tears.
“No- baby please. Whatever you need, I’ll make it happen. I’ll take the damn moon out of the sky for you if that’s what you need from me. Just,” Satoru fell to his knees before you, looking up with bright blue eyes brimmed with tears, “stay.”
You looked down at Gojo, breathing laboured. You’d fucked this up so badly.
“Really?” You asked, pulling your trembling lip between your teeth to bite at it, but a soft hand raised, pulling at it gently until you released it.
“Have I ever lied to you baby?” He asked, and while he had technically, about silly things like eating the last fry, he’d never lied about anything truly important. He wouldn’t lie about this. You knew better than to think that.
“I’m so sorry Satoru I-” you finally joined him on the ground, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close, “I’m so in love with you. That was why I wanted to leave. I couldn’t stay anymore when you treat me the way you do, I didn’t want to just end up hurt.” You pulled his head to your chest and let him rest there, for once allowing you to comfort him as he usually would you.
“I love you. Please don’t go baby.” Satoru murmured, hands trembling where they rested against your back.
“No. Never. I’m yours now, if you’ll have me.”
He pulled back to look at you as if to gage your truthfulness. Then, he launched himself at you hard enough to knock you both to the ground with a passionate kiss. You’d kissed him hundreds of times before, and yet this felt different. Full of love.
/Break\
You
Didn’t go as planned
Ken
Don’t tell me you chickened out
You
No
I told him
Then he got on his knees and cried
Told me he loved me
Begged me not to leave
Ken
Ah
You
So I think this means he’s my boyfriend now
Ken
You think?
You
I am definitely his boyfriend - Satoru
Ken
Well, congratulations then you two
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